Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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NIGHT IN THE FOREST While the evening lingers And the moon is hanging low. Weird music fills the forest While the fairies come and go. Fairies, sprites and pixies. Elves and goblins too, Each carrying a golden wand, Each with work to do. They fly about, in and out Of trees and flowers and grass. Making a pretty tinkling sound As to and fro they pass. But soon a misty light creeps up. The first grey light of dawn. That warns the fairies to fly away For soon will come the morn. So if you walk in the forest at night. At night by the light of the moon. You may see them pass in the rustling grass. But they are asleep at noon. Jackie Strowlger, Form II, Gumming House. A FAIRY STORY ONE DAY a little fairy came running along the path to the Fairy Queen. He held out a ring in his hand. How glad the Queen was to see her gold ring! The fairy bowed down, then he said, I have found the ring in the giant ' s house. The Fairy Queen said, You are a brave man. You shall marry me, and they lived happily ever after. Bernice Jeszenszky, Preparatory, Age 7. [26]

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THE SINKING SUN THIS GRAVEL country road leads me toward a vast and calm lake. All is quiet; neither car nor child disturbs the peace. Looking across the lake, I see a sight that could have been taken from a painting. The large, round sun has turned a beautiful red, and is quickly sinking behind the purple-shadowed hills. This flaming sun casts a slightly red path on the water, below blue sky and scattered pink-tinted clouds. The lake is like a mirror, and so calm that hardly a ripple can be found. It is surrounded by trees whose foliage is just starting to turn the many colours that make autumn so picturesque. The sandy shoreline is speckled here and there with brightly painted summer cottages. Here I stand, still, alone, looking at this lovely and vivid scene. If only it would always stay the way I see it at this very moment! It gives me the feeling that, if I turned my back for a minute, the view before me would change, never to be the same again. I unwillingly turn around and start slowly back up the road, glancing repeatedly over my shoulder, until only the winding road is visible behind me. Gail White, Form IVa, Gumming House. VALE TRAFALGAR! HIC ANNUS dum fugit, ubi puto me participem annuarum cantus gymnasiique exercitationum mox non futuram esse, sed in auditoribus sedentem cum superbia res quarum olim particeps fuerim modo spectaturam esse, nonnumquam in me solitudo serpit. Hac autem sententia me consolor: me quandocumque velim meam scholam pristinam visere posse, ita ut ceterae quoque eam visurae sint. Semper meos annos in schola Trafalgariana laetos aestimavi, multis gaudiis sed paucis querimoniis completos. Celerius autem anni praeteriverunt et iam a schola discessura sum ubi olim territa puella nova veni, conans omnia intellegere nec nimium exstare. Auxilio quidem benevolarum puellarum vetenim omnibus meis difficultatibus parvis facillime victis, brevi sodalis facta sum. In schola Trafalgariana vero magistrae semper adsunt, libenter alumnam quae earum auxilio eget iuvantes. Annos igitur praeteritos respiciens, omnia benevola praecepta meminisse possum quae quoties eorum egebam accepi. Hoc anno, dum per aedificium ambulo, accuratius id contemplor ut semper scholae meae meminerim. Omnia enim conclavia diligentius quam antea intuens, id quod olim pro certo habebam memoria tenere conor. Animadverti quoque omnes condiscipulas meas iam amiciores esse videri et scio omnes idem sentire: post hunc annum, cvim omnes diversis itineribus iverimus, fortasse numquam rursus alias aliis occursuras esse; quare omnes nos propter dissen- siones leves quae per annos saepe evenerunt ceteras placare iam conamur. Itaque vale, Trafalgar, et ob omnes memorias iucundas dierum ludi quas mihi dedisti tibi gratias ago. Barbara Armbruster, Arts VI, Barclay House. [25]

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AUTUMN ' S PAINTBOX UTUMN TIM, a little sprite, goes out every fall to paint the leaves with glow- ing colours from his paintbox. He puts a dash of paint here and another dash there, so the dresses will be ready for the leaves ' biggest festival of the year. They put on their love- liest dresses of bright fiery colours, and they dance their very last dance before they must yAg.leave the world. A fter Autumn Tim has painted the leaves, he ripens all the fruits and vegetables. When he has finished his job, he is sorry to leave his friends, the brightly coloured leaves, the fresh fruit and the good vegetables. He goes home empty handed, for he has finished all his paints, but still is full of excitement, for he is bursting with happiness because he ' ll be able to meet his nice friends again next fall. Rysia Wygnanski, Form Upper I, Age 10. OUR NEW BAND jlj I ' d like to play The drums today Because I like them better I ' ll go bang bang While the cymbals clang ' Cos I like drums better. Virginia Greeves, Preparatory, Age 7i . THE SPRING Soon the grass and flowers and trees Will have their brightly coloured leaves. And the cold winter snow will melt away. Giving us nice sunny days. I will look for butterflies In the deep blue sunny skies. And the little birds will sing Songs of the lovely coming spring. Jennifer Stewart, Remove, Age 7. [27]